Renaissance Utterances

Waiting. We sit on the island content to wait. Waiting weeks for the moon to be in the right quarter so we can fish. Waiting months for t...

How do you view the world when you're five years old? How much of that youthful joie de vivre do you - and can you - retain as you h...

This is hopefully part of a longer piece generally, but I thought it would be a positive way to embark on this Friday blog challenge. Sin...

The bustle of bells pronounce Sunday magic; Full peal across the bright pastel space, Where pale sea meets busy harbour, Hazy sky m...